Black Cotton

Countless tell me that the days of slavery should be forgotten,
But their reasoning and motives reek of that that is quite rotten.
As I type this verse many things of old has commenced to repeat,
My welfare and concerns they still want to place them on the back seat.
But I am determined not to behold a repeat or be designated for the back.

                       Black Cotton

Countless tell me that the days of slavery should be forgotten,
But their reasoning and motives reek of that that is quite rotten.
Me, they decline to compensate,
And to make myself to be something worthy they utter it’s too late,
A life of dread and inferiority, they desire to be my fate.

                       Black Cotton

The days of slavery cannot be forgotten,
And the current days must cease to reek of that that is rotten!